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Tag Archives: Shakespeare
The black Opal kombi connection | Field notes from the Pacific coast
This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (#33 post). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading
Black and white portrait of geese flying against the clouds
It’s a cold, wet snow that’s started on the mountain passes and though we’re much lower elevation in the foothills, it’s the same chill in the air that defies logic, that seems so much colder than the temperature—like that San … Continue reading
Posted in musings
Tagged clouds, geese, Hamlet, MacBeth, Memoir, San Francisco, Seattle, Shakespeare, theater, what's fair is foul, William Pearse writer
15 Comments
Through the gap in Shakespeare’s garden
Christmas in West Cork: Cork, a town on the southern coast of Ireland, “West Cork” the territory to the left of it loosely defined by small towns with names like Skibbereen, which we visit just so we can say we … Continue reading
Posted in travel, writing
Tagged christmas, Cork, recall, Shakespeare, Stratford-upon-Avon, traveling in England, writing, writing technique, Yeats
27 Comments
The Thane of Cawdor stole my log-in
Our kids threw a mild hissy fit about not being in the States for Halloween, complaining they’d gotten gypped, or in Germany — where the holiday’s just caught on — instead, we’ll be somewhere in Scotland, hopefully near a castle, … Continue reading
Posted in humor
Tagged Belfast, drinking tips for teens, expats, freshly pressed, German history, Halloween, humor, Inverness, James I, MacBeth, Scotland, Shakespeare, travel, traveling with kids, Wordpress
17 Comments
Heat Returns to Paris and Berlin
Eberhard and I drove to the Hexenplatz, by the windmill, where you can dump yard waste and pick up compost, for free. Not sure why it’s called Hexenplatz, because Hexen means witchcraft, or miracle-making. The weekly Gemüse delivery came too, … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged Austrian Alps, Birdman, Brief Candles quote, expats, German travel, MacBeth, Memoir, organic farming, Raymond Carver, Shakespeare, Tess Gallagher, The Zombies, traveling with kids
15 Comments
Is your religion a cult?
Anthony made fun of me for having plans Friday afternoon to meet with the Mormons at our house. He said why are you doing it, so you can blog about it? That was part-true. They were supposed to be here … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged Blessed State lyrics, Brave New World, MacBeth, Mormons, philosophy, religion, Shakespeare, songs about love and kindness, spirituality, Synchronicity, Wire
36 Comments
